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THE  LIBRARY 

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THE  UNIVERSITY 
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LOS  ANGELES 


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THIRD  BOOK 
VERSE   AND  TOAST 

and 

CHILDREN'S    POEMS 

BY 
COL.  WILLIAM  H.  ROWE,  JR. 


NEW  YORK 

THE  GARRICK  PRESS 

1910 


COPYRIGHT,  1909,  BY 
COL.  WILLIAM  H.  ROWE,  JR 

ALL  RIGHTS   RESERVED 


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Bebiratton 

To  MY  BABY, 
FRANCES  WOOD  ROWE. 

Little  baby  sweetheart, 
Little  darling  mine, 
All  this  dedication 
It  is  simply  thine. 
May  my  simple  verses 
Bring  much  joy  to  you  ; 
May  the  God  above 
Make  your  skies  all  blue. 


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MRS.  WILLIAM  H.  TAFT. 

You  most  gracious  White  House  iady, 

You've  won  us,  one  and  all, 
Your  womanly  simplicity 

Thrills  palace  and  thrills  hall. 
To  America's  first  lady 

May  the  others  follow  you, 
Your  informal  way  and  manners 

Make  the  name  of  home,  all  true. 


MRS.  WILLIAM  JENNINGS  BRYAN. 

Wonderfully  gifted  woman. 

Where'er  the  great  abide, 
They've  earned  it  by  their  merit, 

They  have  been  found  and  tried. 
America  says  all  honor 

To  her  great  daughter  of  the  West, 
May  God  grant  you  every  honor, 

For  you  deserve  the  very  best. 


WILLIAM  T.   SHERMAN. 

Great  old  Tecumseh, 

Your  grand  soldier's  part 
In  great  war's  drama 

Ever  fires  the  heart 
Of  each  loyal  person 

Whoe'er  stood  for  the  right. 
Your  part — to  command — 

Where'er  led  the  fight. 


PHILIP  H.  SHERIDAN. 

Dashing  Union  leader, 

Hurrah — hurrah  again — 
Never  did  they  falter — 

Never — your  Union  men. 
When  they  saw  you  coming 

You  didn't  have  to  speak. 
Answer  down  the  valley : 

Yes,  answer  Cedar  Creek  ! 


THOMAS  F.  BAYARD. 

Statesman  so  pure, 

Wonderfully  good, 
A  Christian  man, 

I  would  that  I  could 
Of  your  beautiful  life 

Find  a  word  to  express 
How  you  did  in  God's  way 

Live  among  us  to  bless. 


ALLAN  G.  THURMAN. 

Noble  old  Roman, 

Your  party's  great  hope ; 
Ah !  man  among  men, 

You  widened  the  scope. 
Of  true  breadth  of  purpose, 

Of  a  life  that  was  free 
From  all  thought  of  scandal 

Rest — yes,  rest  peacefully. 

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SAMUEL  J.  TILDEN. 

Elected?     He  was. 

Inaugurated  ?     No. 
But  through  all  the  ages 

His  greatness  it  will  grow. 
He  refused  to  contest 

The.  seat  he  had  won, 
Just  to  save  from  a  war 

You,  father;  you,  son. 
You  Americans  true, 

You  teach  it  with  pride; 
Tilden,  the  patriot; 

That  can't  be  denied. 


THOMAS  A.  HENDRICKS. 

Great  Indiana  statesman, 

Elected  Vice-President  twice; 
Once  you  yielded  to  the  call, 

You  worthy  man  above  a  price. 
But  oh !  that  manly  action 

Your  country  remembered  well ; 
For  then  there  came  another  call, 

As  one  State  to  State  did  tell. 
Iowa  remembers  seventy-six ; 

In  eighty- four  I  read; 
This  Democratic  time  your  right  was  yours, 

You  great  historic  dead. 


CHARLES  N.  SIMS. 
A  great  Chancellor, 

Mighty  in  power; 
Great  because  simple 

To  your  dying  hour. 
All  through  the  years 

Twas  the  great  things  done; 
When  others  failed 

You  victory  won. 


BISHOP  C.  C.  McCABE. 

Great  heart  for  others, 

How  freely  you  gave 
Time — money — talents 

To  other  lives  save. 
A  crown  there  was  waiting 

On  the  far-away  shore 
For  you  who  forever 

The  true  gospel  flag  bore. 


BISHOP  MATTHEW  SIMPSON. 

Gentle  servant  of  Jesus, 

Your  mild-mannered  way 
While  you  labored  among  us 

Made  bright  every  day. 
Your  true  way  of  living, 

Your  sweetness  so  rare, 
Led  upward  to  Heaven, 

And  brightened  earth's  care. 


CHARLES  A.  McLEOD. 

A  loyal  friend, 

Your  name  rings  true; 

Miss  you  sadly — 

I  surely  do. 
You  left  with  all 

A  dear  good  name ; 
God  grant  that  all 

May  do  the  same. 


JUSTUS  MILLER. 

Scattering  good  seed  daily, 

As  he  moved  along  our  way, 
Troy  has  had  good  citizens, 

But  we  all  can  truly  say 
They  never  had  a  better 

Justus  Miller  there  than  you  ; 
And  we  know  up  in  Heaven 

You  received  your  rightful  due. 


LEWIS  E.  GURLEY 

He  is  a  memory 

Now  of  the  past — 
A  memory  fragrant — 

Forever  'twill  last. 
In  the  hearts  of  all  Trojans 

Of  this— of  all  days— 
A  fitting  eulogium, 

A  good  life  it  pays. 


JOSEPH  JEFFERSON. 

Much  beloved  actor, 

Much  beloved  man, 
I  can  say  truly, 

I  know  that  I  can, 
That  in  our  loved  country 

Forever  you  will  live, 
For  throughout  your  good  life 

'Twas  your  pleasure  to  give 
The  best  of  your  being, 

The  best  of  your  soul ; 
You  uplifted  the  stage 

To  highest  mark's  goal. 


WILLIAM  S.  FANESHAWE. 

Kindly  gentleman, 

Here's  to  you : 
You  deserve  life's  best, 

My  toast  'tis  true. 
May  you  e'er  have  it, 

And  more  each  day ; 
You  and  your  loved  ones 

On  life's  highway. 


HENRY  W.  SAVAGE. 

Man  of  finance, 

Man  of  affairs, 
Giving  pleasure 

Amid  all  cares, 
Here's  to  your  operas, 

And  here's  to  your  plays ; 
Here's  to  endless  success 

Throughout  endless  days. 


JAMES  F.  SULLIVAN. 

Philadelphia  banker? 

Yes,  a  man  whom  all  can  trust ; 
The  Market  Street  is  honored 

With  a  President  wise  and  just. 
This  toast  I  give  you  gladly, 

Of  long  years  standing,  my  friend ; 
May  you  ne'er  have  a  failure ; 

May  your  success  have  no  end. 


THE  LITTLE  KING  OF  DREAMLAND. 

Good-night,  my  darling  baby, 
Good-night,  dear  mother's  pet ; 

You  and  the  little  Dream  King, 
Yes,  you  and  he  have  met ; 


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For  you  have  gone  to  his  land, 

It's  not  so  far  away ; 
And  mother  is  just  waiting 

For  dawning  of  the  day, 

When  little  King  of  Dreamland 
Will  bring  again  her  own ; 

Then  to  his  land  of  secrets 
He'll  journey  back  alone. 

Your  little  face  is  smiling ; 

Where  has  he  led  you  now  ? 
To  a  place  decked  with  flowers — 

A  fairy  spot,  I'll  vow; 

Where  sweet  fays  and  fairies  dance 

And  sing  a  little  song, 
And  you,  my  precious  baby, 

Are  floating  there  along. 

Within  the  land  of  secrets, 
Ah !  but  you  look  so  sweet. 

I  know  little  King  of  Dreams 
Gives  you  his  "bestest"  seat. 

And  now  you're  really  laughing; 

A  little  jester  played 
A  little  prank  on  someone, 

The.  other  all  dismayed 

Has  sought  a  place  of  hiding 
That  you  know  all  about; 

You  won't  tell,  because  you  love 
To  hear  them  laugh  and  shout. 

My  baby  dreams  so  sweetly 
It  always  makes  me  sing 

Of  never-ending  virtues 
Of  little  Dreamland's  King. 

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Now  you're  floating  o'er  the  trees 
In  mystic  land  of  dreams, 

And  the  prettiest  of  fairies 
Tries  all  her  arts  and  means 

To  have  you  for  her  sweetheart ; 

You  rogue,  you're  flirting,  too ; 
But  you  know  you  think  of  mother, 

I  know  you  surely  do. 

I  know  you're  saying  to  her, 
In  sweetest,  gentlest  tone, 

You'll  be  her  little  brother, 
But  just  love  me  alone. 

Now  darling  little  Dream  King 
Stands  on  his  mystic  throne, 

Says  to  all  elfin  subjects 
That  for  the  time  you  own 

All  wealth  of  happy  Dreamland 
That  you  are  from  a  court, 

One  he  wants  all  in  to  know 
About  their  Dreamland  sport. 

And  now  you  stand  beside  him 
And  wave  your  little  hand ; 

Yes,  you  and  the  King  together 
Rule  dearest  old  Dreamland. 

I  know  my  baby's  kingly, 
And  he  was  born  to  rule ; 

Yes,  now  he's  taking  lessons 

'Way  up  in  Dreamland's  school. 

His  little  face  is  beaming; 

He's  made  some  fairy  law 
That  all  the  elfin  subjects 

Greet  with  a  glad  hurrah. 


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The  King  and  he  are  standing, 
Hearing  the  mighty  cheer 

That  tells  to  all  small  dreamers 
That  peace  is  drawing  near. 

Peace  is  the  gift  of  children ; 

They  gain  it  from  our  Lord ; 
And  not  in  the  wide,  wide  world 

Is  another  such  award 

As  that  which  comes  from  children 
With  tidings  of  good  will, 

And  far  up  there  in  Dreamland 
My  King  is  reigning  still. 

Beloved  by  all  his  subjects, 
Honored  by  splendid  men, 

Who  write  their  fairy  stories 
With  subtle  fairy  pen. 

My  little  baby  monarch, 

May  it  be  as  to-night ; 
Your  life  so  sweet  and  precious 

May  live  in  land  of  right. 

The  same  dear  little  fairies 

Illume  your  every  day ; 
May  flowers,  sweetest  flowers, 

Bedeck  your  every  way. 

I  thank  my  heavenly  Father 

For  precious  baby  days  ; 
I  thank  for  watching  baby 

And  mother  while  she  prays. 

Ah,  little  King  of  Dreamland, 
I  kneel  before  your  throne. 

My  little  King  is  with  you, 
My  very,  very  own. 

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And  you  have  been  so  courtly, 
So  gracious,  dear  and  sweet, 

I  wish  I  had  the  power 
For  aye  and  aye  to  greet 

The  little  mystic  ruler 
Of  mystic-mystic  land; 

Good-bye,  for  baby's  waking- 
Good-bye  to  fairy  band. 

GEORGE  B.  CLUETT. 

One  thing  is  sure ; 

We  always  knew  it; 
Nothing  but  good 

Of  George  B.  Cluett. 
A  manly  man, 

A  servant  of  God; 
His  great,  good  name 

We  will  ever  laud. 


TO  MY  SWEETHEART. 

Here's  to  every  man  that  is  great ; 
Here's  to  the  Gov'nor  of  every  State ; 
Here's  to  the  dashing  warrior  bold; 
Here's  to  the  Western  country's  gold ; 
Here's  to  the  mighty  in  his  seat ; 
Here's  to  man  who  knows  not  defeat; 
Here's  to  all  in  the  Hall  of  Fame ; 
Here's  to  every  brilliant  name. 
But  whether  great  or  wondrous  smart, 
Here's  to  the  idol  of  my  heart ; 
For  even  all  the  wondrous  wise 
Melt  before  your  glorious  eyes. 

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GEORGE  A.  HUHN. 

Great  banking  house  head, 

It  is  a  delight 
To  toast  a  good  man 

Of  wondrous  foresight. 
I  greet  you  gladly ; 

You  deserve  the  best ; 
To  you,  George  A.  Huhn, 

You're  true,  to  the  test. 


"IF  YE  ABIDE  IN  ME." 

Words  for  all  ages, 

Words  for  all  time, 
The  oceans  to  cross, 

And  mountains  to  climb. 

Battles  to  fight, 

Cities  to  win ; 
Saints  to  conquer 

Forces  of  sin ; 

All  these  are  easy, 

It  can't  be  denied. 
Really  and  truly 

In  Jesus  abide. 

But  the  abiding, 

Pray  how  must  it  be? 
Just  read  what  he  says : 

"Abide  thou  in  Me," 

And  what  does  that  mean  ? 

It  means  if  you  do 
Jesus  will  surely 

Do  his  part  for  you. 

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But  what  is  abiding? 

Ah  !  that  is  your  part ; 
Be  honest — be  loyal 

And  clean  in  your  heart. 

Be  pure  and  high-minded, 
And  on  the  Lord's  side ; 

Just  do  it  each  day, 
And  then  you'll  abide. 

You'll  ask  Him  to  grant  you 
Your  heart's  great  desire ; 

You'll  ask  Him  and  ask  Him, 
And  sometimes  you'll  tire. 

You'll  say  does  He  hear  me? 

I'm  sure  I  abide, 
And  then  just  like  magic 

A  voice  at  your  side. 

Will  say  you  don't  want  it ; 

Oh,  yes,  God,  I  do ! 
But  the  voice  still  answers, 

The  words  ring  so  true. 

Suddenly  there  flashes 
A  thought  to  the  brain : 

No,  no !  you  are  right ! 
It  might  cause  me  pain. 

A  peace  settles  on  you, 
You  go  on  your  way ; 

Your  Jesus  is  waiting, 
He's  waited  all  day. 

He  gives  you  a  blessing, 
A  joy  that's  untold  ; 

Your  Saviour  reminds  you 
With  his  priceless  gold. 

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And  then,  ah,  you  see  it ! 

No  man  can  decide, 
For  only  our  Saviour 

He  knows  the  abide; 

Knows  its  true  meaning — 
Knows  just  what  is  best — 

Knows  what  is  our  trouble, 
Knows  what  is  our  rest. 

Weak  human  can  learn  it 

If  he  only  will; 
Abide  in  the  valley 

And  look  to  the  hill. 

On  which  stands  the  Saviour^ 
Who  points  to  the  cross, 

The  great  cross  of  all  gain — 
The  cross  of  no  loss. 

Surely,  then,  he  will  see 

It's  not  right  to  ask 
For  a  something  which  gives 

A  too  easy  task. 

Abiding  is  living 
In  Jesus'  dear  sight, 

E'er  abhorring  the  wrong 
And  serving  the  right. 

Abiding!  abiding! 

Oh,  blessed  the  plan 
That  dear  Jesus,  has  given 

To  each  Christian  man. 

To  tell  of  its  meaning, 

To  tell  that  it's  true, 
That  if  you  do  for  Him, 

He'll  do  unto  you. 


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You  mustn't  be  selfish, 
You  mustn't  be  wrong ; 

For  "if  ye  abide" 

Are  His  words  of  song. 

Just  sing  them  forever ; 

The  words  they  are  tried 
Home  will  be  heaven  ; 

Just  only  abide. 


NASH  ROCKWOOD. 

Brilliant,  tireless  lawyer, 

You  serve  your  client  well ; 
Your  home,  Saratoga, 

The  voters  there  they  tell. 
Whene'er  you  run  for  office 

Of  your  great  worth  and  good, 
No  need  to  name  the  loser, 

The  winner  is  Rockwood. 


PAUL  MORTON. 

Executive  leader, 

Equitable's  head, 
A  great  deal  about  you 

Is  known  and  said, 
But  let  me  say, 

You  meet  every  task ; 
What  more  than  that 

Can  your  holders  ask? 

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THOMAS  C.  PLATT. 

A  half  a  century 

Great  leader  of  men ; 
And  well  counted  out ; 

And  now  with  this  pen 
This  word  I  add 

To  your  tablet  of  fame ; 
Thomas  C.  Platt, 

Ever  great,  mighty  name. 


ISAAC  V.  BAKER,  JR. 

Great  Northern  leader 

Of  the  Empire  State, 
When  they  call  on  you 

It  is  never  wait. 
You  answer  quickly, 

And  you  freely  give ; 
For  you  strive  to  aid 

That  others  may  live. 


H.  P.  DAVISON 

Genius  is  worth 

When  such  as  yours 
It  is  the.  kind 

That  e'er  endures. 
Recognition  came; 

You've  surely  won ; 
And  I  honor  you 

For  marvels  done. 

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JOHN  C.  CALHOUN. 

My  dear,  good  friend, 

Xoble  of  heart, 
Ever  ready 

To  take  one's  part 
You  deserve  the  plaudits, 

Yes,  of  men  world  wide ; 
May  God  eve    guard  you, 

That  no  harm  betide. 


THEODORE   P.   SHONTS. 

Good,  kindly  man, 

And  leader  that's  thorough, 
President  Shonts 

Of  the  Interborough ; 
For  with  you  at  its  head 

A  commander's  there; 
May  your  success  be  great, 

And  your  life  most  fair. 


Here's  to  cradle 

Of  baby  boy ; 
Mother  rocks  it 

So  full  of  joy, 
That  here's  hoping 

Her  every  prayer 
Comes  to  baby 

A  sleeping  there. 


Here's  to  baby's  wishes ; 

He  has  his  little  plan ; 
God  answer  every  wish 

Of  every  little  man. 

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Here's  to  every  baby 
In  each  and  every  land; 

How  I'd  love  to  hug  and  squeeze 
And  just  hold  each  little  hand 


Here's  to  baby  sleeping; 

Here's  to  its  little  dream; 
May  it  be  of  sunshine 

The  brightest,  brightest  beam. 


Here's  to  babe 

And  here's  to  mother; 
One  thing  sure, 

They  love  each  other. 


PAPA  AND  BABY. 

Jump  up  baby! 

Oh,  jump  up  hig-h; 
And  pretty  soon 

You'll  hit  the  sky. 
Take  your  little 

Train  of  cars 
Right  up  with  you 

To  the  stars ; 
Papa '11  go 

And  he  and  you 
Right  among 

The  clouds  of  blue. 
Will  have  alone 

All  sorts  of  fun 
While  we  play 

Around  the  sun. 

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And  then  at  night 

That  other  chap, 
When  he  comes  out 

We'll  both  tap-tap; 
And  when  he  looks 

The  foxy  coon, 
We'll  say  hello! 

You  Man  in  Moon. 


THE  WALDORF-ASTORIA 

I  can  always  praise  the  Waldorf, 

Greatest  of  great  hotels ; 
Where  one  sees  the  smiling  faces 

Of  happy  beaux  and  belles. 
Greatest  statesmen  in  the  country; 

Senators  ?    Yes !    From  ev'ry  State ; 
Governors,  Congressmen,  Judges 

Are  all  there  both  early  and  late. 

The  Army  and  the  Navy, 

The  bravest  and  most  fair, 
All  love  the  dear  old  Waldorf; 

We  love  to  see  them  there. 
All  praise  its  star  service ; 

Each  man's  a  man  of  mark ; 
Oscar,  Marshall,  Amer, 

McCusker,  Barse  and  Clarke. 

Its  office  there's  none  better ; 
Cordiality  rules  the  lobby ; 
Wilson,  Nulle,  Stewart, 

Smith,  Tuxbury,  Hobbie. 
Here's  to  Westervelt  and  Warren, 

McKenna,  Lazarus,  Hodge; 
Each  one  a  faithful  worker 
In  the  palace  where  we  lodge. 
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Always  ready,  ever  alert, 

Quickest  service,  calm  and  serene, 
Moorehead,  Rose,  Davidson,  Bingham, 

Donnelly,  Rodgers  and  Glasheen ; 
Each  man  is  ready 

To  anticipate  your  need ; 
Here's  to  Allen  and  Mustor, 

Stilwell,  Kennedy  and  Reid. 

Well  guarded  are  its  portals, 

A  robbery,  'tis  a  myth ; 
Never  with  such  watchers — 

Voorhees,  Watson,  Lawlor,  Smith. 
And  never  through  all  ages 

Has  there  been  a  greater  one : 
George  C.  Boldt  you  stand  alone. 

'Tis  a  marvel  you  have  done 

In  the  house  you  gave  the  country — 

The  house  you  gave  the  world, 
The  great  flags  of  all  the  others 

Before  you  are  unfurled. 
George  C.  Boldt,  Junior,  to  you 

The  greetings  of  well  done, 
Just  like  your  honored  father, 

You  are  his  honored  son. 


JOSEPH  B.  REICHMANN. 

Wonderful  worker, 

Yes,  this  is  my  toast, 
To  one  who  always 

Can  command  a  host, 
Of  companies  great, 

Of  trusts  that  are  large, 
With  Reichmann  at  head 

A  master's  in  charge. 

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R.  B.     MOORHEAD 

By  his  own  efforts 

He  takes  the  lead, 
For  Carnegie  Trust 

No  one  e'er  need. 
If  greatest  depositor 

Or  the  least  one  you  see 
Worry  about  attention 

While  he's  there,  Robert  B. 


MRS.  JOHN  A.  BLACK. 

Charming  woman, 

And  always  true; 
Just  o'er  and  o'er 

Here  is  to  you. 
For  you  deserve ; 

You  merit  it  all ; 
Nothing  but  good 

Of  you  I'll  call. 

Here's  to  my  darling, 

Here's  to  my  love ; 
Here's  to  my  sweetest 

All  stars  above 
Can  never  compare 

Glory's  own  eyes ; 
They  are  the  darlings 

I  idolize. 


THE  VOLUNTEER  LAWYER 

A  Western  court  room 

In  an  early  day, 
The  sun  just  setting 

Its  last  ray. 


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I  happened  in— 

I  had  traveled  far — 
Surious  to  see 

At  prison  bar. 

The  prisoner  boy, 
So  weak  and  pale, 

After  months  and  months 
In  the  county  jail. 

His  eye  was  troubled, 
His  face  was  sad ; 

He  shook  with  fear, 
This  prisoner  lad. 

A  careworn  mother 
Was  there  at  his  side; 

Aloud  I  said : 
"Oh,  God  abide !" 

And  in  thy  mercy 

Give  her  cheer ; 
Oh,  Holy  Father, 

Stay  thou  near. 

The  prosecution  closed, 

A  great  array, 
With  evidence  enough 

To  win  the  day. 

The  lawyer  for  defense, 
A  tall  man,  arises; 

Pleads  at  first, 
Then  advises. 

He  tells  the  Judge 
That  man  may  do, 

But  God  alone, 
He  rules  the  true. 

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Truth  is  mighty; 

This  boy  killed  not; 
His  is  indeed 

A  bitter  lot. 

For  long  days, 

Close  confined, 
A  mother's  heart, 

A  mother's  mind. 

Interwoven  together 

Without  a  friend 
Have  labored  incessantly 

For  freedom's  end. 

Call  the  greatest — 
Call  whom  you  will ; 

My  client  here 
He  did  not  kill. 

This  innocent  boy, 

My  dear  old  friend's  son, 
This  act  by  him 

Was  never  done. 

I'll  stake  my  life; 

I'll  show  you  why 
By  evidence 

He  should  not  die. 

And  then  began, 

And  every  word 
The  most  wondrous  speech 

I  have  ever  heard. 

He  just  thrilled  ns  all; 

He  held  the  gaze 
Of  every  listener, 

And  did  amaze 

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Both  Judge  and  jury 
By  his  wondrous  power, 

Enrapturing  all 

In  that  closing  hour. 

The  crowd,  unfriendly 
To  the  prisoner  boy, 

Transformed  to  friends, 
To  my  great  joy. 

The  lawyer's  skill 
It  knew  no  bound; 

His  words  mounted 
Just  round  by  round. 

Then  he  melted 

That  jury  heart; 
I  closely  watched 

I  saw  one  start. 

And  by  just  one — 

One  simple  act, 
I  knew  that  he 

Influenced  by  fact. 

And  by  truth  so  clearly 

Told  and  given, 
Was  won  for  what 

The  defense  had  striven. 

His  closing  words 
I  hear  them  now; 

Long  years  have  passed, 
Bnt  this  I  vow : 

That  never  since 

Has  master  hand 
So  thrilled  a  court 

In  any  land. 

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Do  him  justice, 

The  lawyer  cried; 
An  innocent  boy; 
v.     Not  an  eye  was  dried 

The  jury's  verdict, 
Ah,  at  last !  at  last ! 

Soon  to  be  known — 
The  moments  passed. 

"Boy  not  guilty !" 

The  foreman  said; 
That  mother  heart 

By  sorrow  led, 

Now  clasps  in  rapture 

And  untold  joy 
Her  own,  her  free, 

Her  innocent  boy. 

I  looked  at  the  lawyer ; 

Simply  he  stood — 
Awkward,  alone, 

But  indeed  the  good. 

I  saw  a  shining 

In  a  being  rare ; 
I  felt  most  surely 

That  God  was  there. 

A  halo  of  glory — 

It  seemed  to  shine 
About  a  man 

I  felt  divine. 

Who  is  that  lawyer? 

I  cried  out  that  day, 
And  a  man  answered 

He's  from  Springfield  way 


He's  a  volunteer, 

Not  known  to  fame; 
Abraham  Lincoln; 
.    That's  his  name. 


THE   HAPPY   ONES. 

We  are  born  to  a  world  of  sorrow ; 

We  struggle  through  its  pain; 
We  hope  for  the  dawn  of  the  morrow, 

But  sorrow  knocks  again. 
.Now,  this  is  the  lot  of  mortals, 

Who  do  walk  world's  avenues  broad, 
But  in  narrow,  unselfish  portals 

Are  the  happy  servants  of  God. 


THE  TWO  ANGELS. 

There  must  have  been  rejoicing 

And  gladness  in  the  heart, 
When  God  Almighty  signalled 

Two  forms  in  white  to  start, 
Away  back  in  the  ages, 

As  he  stood  upon  the  throne, 
Saying  down  there  in  the  world  below, 

Lying  in  a  tomb  alone, 

Is  my  loved,  son  Jesus ; 

Go  at  once — go  there  ! 
Guard  Him,  guard  Him  gently; 

Give  Him  ev'ry  care; 
Angels  of  mine,  you're  honored, 

For  each  a  royal  seat; 
One  of  you  at  His  head, 

The  other  at  His  feet. 

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And  so  they  took  their  journey; 

Were  ever  two  so  blest? 
Never,  since  all  time  began, 

Or  till  all  time  will  rest. 
Will  there  be  such  a  mission 

As  these  two  were  given  then, 
Their  commission   stamped  and  sealed, 

And  then  signed  with  God's  own  pen? 


What  must  have  been  their  feeling, 

Oh,  wondrous  day  of  old, 
When  angels  came  from  Heaven 

And  of  that  door  took  hold? 
It  opened  for  them  only, 

And  then  they  closed  it  tight; 
And  right  there  by  the  Saviour 

These  angels  two  in  white. 


They  waited,  watched  and  guarded 

O'er  the  sleeping  man  of  love, 
Carrying  out  the  dictates 

Of  the  God  who  ruled  above. 
Oh,  ye  angels  garbed  in  white, 

Words  I  cannot  find 
To  tell  of  honor  given — 

Wish  I  had  the  kind. 


Would  I  had  the  words  to  tell, 

Would  I  had  the  thought 
To  make  the  lines  so  feebly — 

In  vain  I  have  sought 
To  bring  to  view  your  glory 

With  the  purest  words  of  light, 
Highest  seats  e'er  seen  on  earth, 

The  tomb-angels  garbed  in  white. 

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What's  the  good  o'  splurgin'  ? 

When  folks  are  beggin'  fer  food ; 
Jest  you  now  take  a  night  off ; 

Do  yourself  a  lot  of  good. 
Buy  a  feller  sunthin' 

That's  sure  smackin'  his  lips 
Fer  a  dish  o'  oysters 

You  can  buy  fer  the  tips 
That  you  give  the  waiter 

In  any  first-class  place. 
Jest  you  chase  out  some  night 

An'  cheer  a  sober  face ; 
Jest  cut  out  the  splurgin', 

Say  fer  a  single,  night, 
An'  I  tell  you,  old  sport, 

Your  heart  will  feel  alright. 


JOSEPH  J.  TILLINGHAST. 

A  man  of  the  best 
Always  good  and  true, 
Was  there  at  the  test, 
In  mem'ry  I  do 
Write  my  word  of  love 
To  one  gone  above; 
After  life  complete 
My  mem'ry  'tis  sweet. 


ELIAS  P.  MANN 

Not  since  it  began, 
Elias  P.  Mann, 
Has  Troy  ever  had 
Any  better  lad, 
Any  truer  man ; 
That  city  e'er  can 
Point  to  your  life  there 
As  one  straight  and  fair. 

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SHEPARD  TAPPEN. 

A  memory  now, 
But  all  will  allow 
During  his  stay  here 
He  was  ever  dear; 
Kind,  loving  and  true, 
And  would  always  do 
A  favor  for  all 
That  came  within  call. 


JOSEPH  E.  KING. 

Great  Educator, 

Old  days  and  later 

It  has  been  your  range, 

And  no  matter  the  change, 

You're  marvel  of  all 

In  great  college  hall, 

Where  one  always  hears 

It  is  sixty  years 

Wesleyan  Trustee — 

A  heart  toast  to  thee. 


HENRY  F.  BOARDMAN 

My  good,  true  friend. 
Luck  to  the  end ; 
You  e'er  played  fair, 
Nor  effort  spare 
To  do  a  turn 
For  one  to  earn 
A  living  right, 
And  make  skies  bright. 

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M.  F.  COLLINS 

Editor  of  Troy, 

A  good  Dem.  old  boy; 

On  you  I  could  count 

For  any  amount. 

Of  your  newspaper  praise 

On  near  or  far  ways, 

A  true,  faithful  friend 

May  blessings  ne'er  end. 


WALTER  N.  KERNAN. 

Good  Utica  man, 
In  each  race  you've  ran 
It  has  e'er  been  square; 
Any  wrong  you'd  dare, 
No  matter  the  class, 
Your  true  kind  does  pass, 
All  else  for  the  right, 
And  Right  is  the  might. 


GEORGE  S.  WEED. 

World's  Fair  Ninety-three, 
Old  colleague  to  thee ; 
And  more  e'en  than  that, 
Brother  Democrat. 
You  bear  a  great  name 
In  politic's  game ; 
All  luck,  never  need, 
To  friend  George  S.  Weed. 

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HENRY  A.  PARR 

Great  man  of  heart, 
All  Parr,  not  part, 
A  toast  to  you, 
And  more,  'tis  true  ; 
You  meet  each  test, 
You  do  your  best; 
Kindness  your  star, 
Henry  A.  Parr. 


OSSIE  J.  WALSH. 

The  man  right  in  front, 
He  greets  you  there ; 
Customer  or  stranger, 
He  treats  all  fair ; 
Success  to  him,  ever 
His  greeting's  real; 
The  Carnegie  seems  home; 
That's  how  you  feel. 


GEORGE  B.  SLOAN. 

A  statesman's  record 

You  left  behind. 
One  to  be  followed 

By  human  kind ; 
A  wonderful  man, 

A  truly  good  friend. 
Rest  sweetly  above 

In  the  unseen  bend. 

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BISHOP  C.  H.  FOWLER. 

Orator,  preacher, 

Noted  divine, 
Now  in  the  heavens, 

Over  the  line. 
You  are  a  memory, 

But  one  ever  dear, 
For  the  wonderful  work 

You  did  for  God  here. 


Here's  to  the  baby's  laugh, 
Here's  to  baby's  smile ; 

It  makes  '"Cross  Continent" 
Seem  just  like  a  mile. 


JOHN  B.  CASTLEMAN. 

Courtly  gentleman, 

You  show  your  rank, 
And  all  Kentucky 

Can  gladly  thank 
A  chivalrous  man 

And  a  noble  son ; 
Here's  for  true  manhood 

In  the  race  he's  run. 


MARION  E.  TAYLOR. 

Here's  to  a  friend, 

Generous,  good ; 
Open-hearted, 

That's  understood. 
Ever  willing, 

He  don't  prepare; 
Where  you  need  him 

You  find  him  there. 


ALICE  CASTLEMAN  HONE. 

No  one  on  the  earth, 

Nor  queen  on  a  throne 
Could  reign  more  sweetly 

Than  fair  Alice  Hone. 
She  conquered  New  York, 

She  conquered  us  all ; 
It  was  one  winter's  night 

At  the  Charity  Ball. 


ED.  SMITH. 

Good  Ed.  Smith, 

Ballston  Ed., 
Here's  hoping 

You're  ahead. 
No  matter  where, 

No  matter  when; 
One  of  the  best, 

Truest  of  men. 


PATRICK  H.  McCARREN. 

My  friend  has  gone, 

The  way  is  known ; 
The  Lord  stood  by, 

So  not  alone 
He  went  above 

To  endless  life, 
Far,  far  away, 

From  ceaseless  strife. 
Gentle  and  kind, 

And  ever  forbearin', 
Rest,  rest  in  peace, 

My  friend  McCarren. 

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HOLLINGSHEAD  AND  CAMPBELL. 

My  dear  old  friends, 

A  toast  to  you  all : 
May  you  ever 

Get  many  a  call ; 
Matchless  service 

To  patron  and  bank 
Places  your  house 

In  the  foremost  rank. 
No  better  brokers 

The  heavens  beneath 
Than  Hollingshead,  Campbell, 

Pepper,  Lahey  and  Heath. 


WILLIAM  M.  LAWRENCE. 

Preacher!  President! 

Colgate  trustee! 
Freely,  yes  freely 

Can  I  laud  thee. 
You  deserve  all  honors 

Man  can  bestow, 
For  you  teach  of  Heaven 

To  man  below. 


WILLIAM  ALMS. 

Great  Cincinnati  merchant, 

A  toast  to  you : 
You  deserve  all  that  is  said ; 

You  surely  do. 
No  man  better  posted 

E'er  entered  the  door 
In  your  own  line  than  you 

On  the  New  York  shore. 

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WILLIAM  L.  MOVER. 

Good  kindly  man, 

Good  friend  as  well, 
'Tis  a  pleasure 

For  me  to  tell 
To  all  of  worth, 
Good  luck  for  e'er 

To  yours  and  you. 

Better,  'tis  true, 


HIGH  FALUTIN'  PREACHER. 

It  ain't  high  falutin'  preachin' 

That  does  the  old  world  good, 
It's  jest  a  doin'  to  others 

What  others  allus  should. 
Do  fer  a  feller  in  trouble 

When  all  is  black  and  dark; 
An'  it  seems  that  every  one 

Passes  a  mean  remark 
About  a  feller's  misfortune ; 

Well,  they  can't  see  his  soul ; 

They  dunno  the  grievin' 

That  he's  had  all  the  whole 
Time  that  he  has  been  just  a  livin' 

To  help  a  brother  along. 
No,  it  ain't  high  falutin'  preachin' 

That  makes  life  a  happy  song; 
It's  the  little  calmin'  service 

That  God  calls  for  to-day, 
That  jest  helps  us  strugglin'  stragglers 

Along  this  rocky  way. 

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Jest  watch  out  for  the  feller 

That's  happy  an'  sincere, 
An'  though  it  may  be  cloudy, 

You'll  almost  swear  'tis  clear; 
For  the  high  falutin'  preachin' 

That  ain't  backed  up  by  acts, 
Ain't  a-counted  by  the  angels 

When  they  reckon  up  the  facts. 


THEODORE  IRWIN 

What  man  has  not  felt 

His  delightful  charm, 
Rejoicing  with  you 

And  stilling  alarm. 
Courtly  gentleman, 

Oh,  man  of  great  love, 
Peace,  sweetest  peace, 

'Tis  yours  above. 


JAMES  G.  ELAINE. 

Great  plumed  knight, 

Great  leader  of  the  past, 
Until  the  end  of  time 

Your  name  and  fame  shall  last. 
You  stand  with  the  greatest 

We've  had  in  this  great  land; 
The  record  you  have  left 

Is  reckoned  with  the  grand. 

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JAMES  B.  CLEWS. 

Able,  alert,  vigilant, 

He  meets  his  every  test, 
Counted  always  in  the  street 

As  among  its  very  best. 
He  surely  deserves  his  greatness ; 

He's   earned   it — every   bit — 
No  matter  where,  no  matter  when, 

You'll  always  find  him  fit. 


GEORGE  E.  GREEN.  . 

Birmingham's  Mayor, 

Senator  as  well, 
True  man  of  big  heart, 

Tis  the  truth  I  tell. 
No  matter  the  time, 

No  matter  the  place, 
Loyal  man  always, 

He  serves  the  whole  race. 


JOSEPH  P.  BRENNAN. 

Good  old  Saratoga 

Has  sent  some  good  ones  out, 
And  well  they  honor  her 

Where'er  they  go  about. 
Ranking  with  the  best  of  them 

Old  Joe  easily  takes  his  stand, 
My  fervent  wish  for  him  is 

One  of  the  greatest  of  our  land. 

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ARTHUR   G.   LANGHAM. 

I  toast  thee  sadly 

As  I  write  to-night, 
You  fought  it  bravely, 

Yes,  throughout  your  fight. 
For  all  life  is  that, 

'Tis  sad  to  say, 
A  gentleman  always, 

That  was  your  way. 


FLOWER  TAYLOR. 

Here's  to  a  man, 

'Tis  true,  he's  small, 
Look  to  future, 

He'll  conquer  all. 
Illustrious  names — 

Flower  and  Taylor, 
His  dear,  sweet  mother, 

He'll  never  fail  her. 


[RS.  C.  W.  WATSON. 

A<Viowledged  leader 

^all  in  the  ring, 
You>eerless  driving, 
this  I  sing. 
vour  champion, 

color — all  blue- 
,.  deserve  it, 

Pis  \,ir  most  rightful  due. 

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MRS.  E.  R.  THOMAS. 

Beautiful  Linda  Lee, 

The  title  yours  by  right, 
A  Kentucky  honor, 

Where  beauty  reigns  by  might. 
Kentucky's  glorious  women, 

They  reign  in  every  land, 
And  among  her  very  fairest 

You  take  your  queenly  stand. 


MRS.  BEVERLY  ROBINSON. 

You  brilliant,  gifted  beauty, 

I  care  not  where  the  post, 
Whether  here  or  lands  away, 

You  are  a  reigning  toast. 
Here's  praises  for  you  ever, 

I  always  love  to  tell 
About  your  sparkling  brightm5* 

You  peerless  queen,  Adele. 


MRS.  MARGARET  E.  SANDER. 

Authoress,  poet, 

And  loved  woman  truf 
A  blessing  from  God 

My  service  with  you 
You  lead  up  to  glory 

You  inspire  man  to/6 
As  Jesus  would  havfnm 

And  to  his  best  gi  • 

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MISS  SUE  JOHNSTON. 

Stately  beauty 

From  Tennessee, 
You  queenly  Sue, 

A  toast  to  thee. 
Fair  and  radiant, 

Gloriously  sweet, 
You  truly  indeed 

Are  a  beauty  treat. 


A.  CHESTER  BEATTY. 

Here's  to  a  marvel, 

Though  still  he  is  young, 
In  greatest  places 

His  praises  are  sung. 
He's  mastered    his  science, 

He's  a  great  engineer; 
A.  Chester  Beatty, 

Your  title  is  clear. 


JEANETTE  SWIFT 

Atlanta,  Atlanta, 

Of  beauties  you  boast  , 
And  'tis  many  you  have ; 

Yes,  many  to  toast. 
And  right  with  your  leaders, 

'Tis  the  best  that  I've  met, 
Here  is  one  to  Miss  Swift, 

The  glorious  jeanette 

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STANTON  C.  DICKINSON. 

Good,  true  friend, 

Man  of  mark, 
You're  there  from 

Dawn  to  dark. 
Capable,  worthy, 

And  truly  tried, 
No  matter  the  trust, 

It's  not  denied. 


CHARLES  E.  W.  SMITH. 

Christian  gentleman, 

Man  that  fears  God, 
Your  truest  worth 

I'll  ever  laud. 
Wondrous  organizer, 

Matchless  power, 
May  your  life  be  brighter 

Every  hour. 


LEWIS  S.  CHANLER. 

Governor  Chanler, 

Here  is  a  toast, 
You  led  your  party, 

This  is  no  boast. 
You  fought  to  the  finish, 

You  fought  to  the  end, 
Fore'er — Democracy 

Will  honor  its  friends. 

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CHARLES  M.  SCHWAB. 

Great  master  of  steel, 

You  take  the  lead  ; 
Yes,  you  stand  in  front, 

You  do,  indeed. 
Your  great  company 

It  meets  any  test. 
Schwab  and  Bethlehem, 

They  rank  with  the  best. 


MRS.  BESSIE  K.   McKELDIN. 

Blonde  beauty  of  Georgia, 

The  land  of  peachtree, 
'Tis  the  toast  I  now  write, 

Inscribe  it  to  thee. 
Here's  to  your  charms, 

To  your  sterling  worth; 
Here's  to  Georgia, 

The  place  of  your  birth. 


WILLIS  RAGAN 

Great  man  of  Georgia, 

So  kindly  and  good, 
And  here's  to  your  worth, 

By  all  understood. 
A  man  of  fine  bearing, 

Of  rare  business  skill, 
Deserves  only  the  best. 

Will  he  get  it?    He  will. 

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WILLIAM  J.  CUMMINS. 

Old  Tennessee, 

Honor  the  old, 
Honor  the  great 

Within  its  fold. 
Loved  in  its  valley  , 

Loved  on  its  hill — 
William  J.  Cummins, 

Dear  Uncle  Bill. 


LYTLE  HULL 

Gentlemanly,  cultured, 

Ever  polite, 
'Tis  always  a  pleasure 

For  one  to  write 
About  a  man 

Who  deserves  the  title 
Born  gentleman, 

That's  you,  Lytle. 


JAMES  O'KANE. 

A  loyal  man, 

'Tis  God's  best  gift, 
In  a  world  where 

One  needs  a  lift. 
You'll  search  the  city, 

You'll  search  the  lane, 
But  none  more  loyal 

Than  James  O'Kane. 

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ROSCOE  CONKLING. 

Great  New  York  Senator, 

The  leader  in  your  day, 
Most  terrible  the  loss 

When  you  were  called  away. 
Loyal  friend  of  General  Grant, 

This  star  for  you  I  fix, 
The  illustrious  commander 

Of  the  three  hundred  six. 


W.  L.  SUTPHIN. 

Here  is  to  man, 

A   man   of  big  heart, 
Ever  and  always 

A  star  in  his  part. 
Which  is  to  aid 

And  be  good  to  all. 
W.  L.  Sutphin, 

You'll  get  a  re-call. 


BABY  SWEETHEART. 

Come,  you  darling, 

Come  to  me, 
Rest  you    here 

Right  on  my  knee. 
Tell  me,  baby, 

Why  you  cry, 
Tell  me  truly, 

Tell  me  why. 

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All  I  want, 

No  matter  where, 
Is  just  my  baby, 

Sweet  and  fair. 
Has  someone 

Said  something  cross 
Or  has  thee  had 

Some  little  loss 
A  dolly's  head, 

Or  arm,  or  eye, 
Are  they  broken? 

And  so  you  sigh. 
For  fear,  perhaps, 

Papa  will  scold. 
No — never — 

Not  for  countless  gold 
Would  he  say 

One  single  word 
To  his  precious 

Baby  bird. 
But  like  the  little 

Bird  that  flies, 
We'll  send  away 

The  little  sighs. 
And  then 

Together  we  will  go. 
Just  you  and  I, 

No  one  will  know 
Our  little  secret 

Hiding-place, 
We'll  hide  and  run 

And  jump  and  race. 

And  little  babe, 
My  secret  heart, 

God  grant  we'll 
Never,  never  part. 
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MY  BEAU  ALGY. 

He  called  about  seven  that  evening, 

When  he  went — it  was  just  about  one — 
Mamma  was  holding  a  candle 

So  papa  could  point  with  a  gun. 
Brother  was  swinging  a  hatchet, 

I  was  crying  out  loud, 
While  Algy  was  dodging  the  brickbats 

That  were  thrown  by  the  rest  of  the  crowd. 
"Never  again,"  said  my  father, 

And  mother  echoed  that  tune, 
Will  you  receive  as  a  caller 

A  chap  who  would  stay  until  noon. 


DR.  RICHARD  GIBBONS. 

Great,  great  surgeon ! 

Your  skilful  knife, 
So  blessed  by  God, 

Saves  many  a  life. 
In  New  York,  great  city, 

This  is  your  due : 
In  surgery,  no  one 

Stands  higher  than  you. 


SIM.  WALTON. 

Washington  Jockey  Club, 

'Tis  a  name  ever  fair, 
Finest  of  races 

Held   over   there. 
Here's  to  its  Secretary, 

May  he  be  with  us  for  long, 
True  sport,  Sim.  Walton, 

Best  luck — 'tis  my  song. 

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ROBERT  W.  APPLETON. 

Here's  to  you    Robert, 

So  good-natured,  bright, 
Whene'er  you  appear, 

You  turn  on  the  light 
That  shows  us  the  smile, 

That  shows  us  the  joy; 
A  pleasure  to  greet  you — 

You  turn  man,  to  boy. 


B.  B.  GOLDSMITH. 

A  man  among  men, 

Most  modest  and  kind, 
I  trust  throughout  life 

He  ever  will  find 
The  paths  that  are  pleasant, 

The  peace  that  gives  rest. 
He  deserves  to  receive 

Of  blessings — the  best. 


C.  C.  COPELAND. 

Tireless  worker, 

Scholarly  man, 
Can  you  succeed? 

I  know  you  can. 
Your  efforts  prove  it, 

And  they'll  ever  show 
You  win  every  time, 

That's  a  truth,  I  know. 

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JAMES  D.  ROBINSON. 

Here  is  my  heart, 

Here  is  my  hand, 
One  of  the  best 

In  all  the  land. 
A  brilliant  man, 

A  friend  that's  true — 
My  dear  old  Jim, 

Here  is  to  vou! 


CHARLES  F.  MURPHY. 

Tammany  leader, 

You  merit  it  all: 
A  true  worth  does  tell, 

It  e'er  has  the  call. 
If  a  title's  true, 

It's  my  best  belief 
You  bear  a  true  one — 

The  Tammany  Chief. 


BESSIE  BALTZ. 

Beautiful  ways, 

Beautiful  girl — 
Combining  both, 

You  are  a  pearl. 
Best  qualities, 

Not  any  faults, 
That's  truly  you, 

Sweet  Bessie  Baltz. 

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WILLIAM   J.    GAYNOR. 

A  great  Mayor — 

Nothing  is  plainer. 
Always  for  right: 

That's  Mayor  Gaynor. 
The  country  watches, 

He  will  get  the  call ; 
In  higher  office 

He  will  serve  us  all. 


THOMAS    M.    OSBORNE. 

A  scholar,  a  man, 

He  combines  the  two, 
And,  above  it  all, 

He  always  rings  true. 
A  leader  of  men: 

He  stands  for  the  right — 
And  when  right  prevails, 

It  is  Osborne's  fight. 


EDWARD    M.    SHEPARD. 

Illustrious  name, 

And  a  man — the  best. 
Edward  M.  Shepard, 

He  never  knows  rest. 
He  works  for  the  right, 

He  is  there  ev'ry  day ; 
A  righteous  reform — 

That  is  Shepard's  way. 

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ALEXANDER  T.  BROWN. 

Great  Inventor, 

Many's  the  part 
You  play  in  life, 

Man  of  great  heart. 
Your  wondrous  genius, 

Your  kindly  tone, 
Makes  the  great  man 

So  truly  known. 


ROBERT  L.  SMITH. 

Vice-President 

Carnegie  Trust, 
Your  worth  will  tell, 

It  surely  must. 
Faithful  service, 

Your  work's  been  hard, 
But  that  all  makes 

The  Banker's  card. 


E.  ELDRIDGE  SMITH. 

A  royal  friend, 

Royal  to  all, 
He  will  answer 

Your  ev'ry  call. 
Friendship  is  real, 

It  is  no  myth 
With  such  as  you, 

E.  Eldridge  Smith. 

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J.  E.  B.  STUART. 

Great  Virginian, 

A  toast  to  thee, 
Thou  Brilliant  Aide 

Of  Robert  Lee. 
Cavalryman, 

Leader  of  all, 
There  is  your  place 

In  fame's  great  hall. 


NATALIE  HAMMOND. 

Dear  little  Natalie, 

The  best  for  you ! 
Laurel  crowns  and  jewels 

And  luck  all  through. 
God's  richest  blessings 

Never  a  pain, 
Never  a  sorrow, 

No  loss — all  gain. 


D.  RAYMOND  COBB. 

Here  is  to  you 

Every  day, 
One  of  the  best, 

Good  brother  Ray. 
Brilliant  lawyer, 

Good,  kind  and  true. 
Yes,  o'er  and  o'er, 

Here  is  to  you. 

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FRANK  ADAMS  ACER. 

A  good  lawyer 

And  a  good  man, 
Right  in  the  race 

Where'er  it's  ran. 
A  royal  fellow, 

And  all  of  its  true, 
Frank  Adams  Acer, 

That  surely  is  you. 


GEORGE  SAFFORD  WATERS. 

Music  and  poetry, 

Tis  both  you  compose, 

The  blue  of  the  violet, 
The  red  of  the  rose 

Are  brought  out  on  paper 
By  composing  so  rare 
That  the  sweetest  perfume 

One  can  almost  breathe  there. 


J.  WILLIAM  SMITH. 

Man  of  great  heart, 

Man  of  great  mind, 
You're  an  honor 

To  human  kind. 
J.  William  Smith 

Deserves  the  best; 
He  does  truly, 

He  stands  life's  test. 

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DANIEL  G.  REID. 

A  great  magnate, 

Rock  Island!  Tin  Plate! 
All  ever  known 

He'll  never  wait. 
He  acts  alone, 

The  winning  side, 
Daniel  G.  Reid, 

That  is  the  guide. 


E.  D.  W.  LANGLEY. 

Connecticut  Senator, 

Fit  for  the  course, 
You  have  every  right, 

A  man  of  great  force. 
You  want  it  shown, 

Man  of  reserve, 
A  good  reason! 

Why  you  deserve. 


WILLIAM  SULZER. 

Brilliant  statesman, 

Popular  man. 
Great  vote-getter. 

Whene'er  he  ran. 
He  enthuses  the  people, 

All  factions  admire 
So  well  done,  William  Sulzer, 

For  you  up  higher! 

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JOHN  B.  DAVIS. 

Commercial  Bank 

Oi  Sandy  Hill, 
Will  rank  'mongst  best — 

It  surely  will. 
'Twill  gain  accounts, 

No  chance  for  fear, 
John  B.  Davis 

Is  its  Cashier. 


EDGAR  HULL. 

Tis  record  long, 

'Tis  record  square, 
Most  brilliant  man 

For  here,  for  there. 
Brother  lawyers 

They  bow  to  you, 
They  know  your  skill, 

Indeed  they  do. 


JOSEPH  A.  KELLOGG. 

Glens  Falls  is  proud, 

It  ought  to  be, 
An  orator 

Like  unto  thee 
Is  seldom  seen, 

Is  seldom  heard, 
All  love  to  hear 

Your  matchless  word. 

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JAMES  S.  PARKER. 

Leader  of  men, 
Asseblyman, 
You'll  go  higher 

And  we  know  then, 
Untiring  work 

Linked  with  true  skill, 
Will  win  laurels, 

We  know  they  will. 


CHARLES  R.  PARIS. 

The  County  Judge, 

Of  whom  we're  proud, 
And  all  parties 

By  all  allowed. 
That  this  good  man 

Deserves  the  best, 
For  he's  a  friend 

Who  stands  the  test. 


GRENVILLE  M.  INGALSBE. 

Lawyer,  Banker, 

And  a  good  friend, 
Here's  for  the  best 

Right  to  the  end. 
You've  been  honored, 

'Twas  right  for  you, 
You  won  the  votes 

For  you  rang  true. 

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R.  T.  ALLEN 

Wonderful  work 

In  your  great  line, 
Advertising, 

That  is  the  sign. 
You  won  by  effort, 

And  that  alone, 
You're  a  good  fellow, 

That  all  will  own. 


FRANK  SEAMAN 

Advertising  Genius 

It  is  a  true  toast, 
For  through  every  year 

It's  no  idle  boast 
Your  merit  it  counts, 

Making  all  lines  expand 
That  have  the  good  luck 

To  be  under  your  hand. 


WALTER  R.  HINE 

You  deserve  your  honors, 

Yes,  every  one. 
You  great  advertiser, 

It's  wonders  you've  done. 
Here's  to  the  leader, 

Frank  Seaman  line 
Its  Vice  President, 

Walter  R.  Hine. 


ED.  ROWLAND 

Big-hearted  Ed., 

That  name  is  true, 
Many  a  one 

Owe  all  to  you. 
Many  a  heart 

Was  sad  the  day 
Dear  Ed.  Rowland 

Was  called  away. 


DEAN  O'BRIEN. 

Man  of  the  church, 

Serving  his  God, 
Most  truly  one 

All  freely  laud. 
A  record  long 

In  Sandy  Hill, 
He'll  reward  him, 

His  Master  will. 


ROBERT  O.  BASCOM. 

It  was  a  loss 

To  home,  to  friend, 
It  will  be  felt 

Unto  the  end. 
For  he  was  great 

In  many  ways 
He  won  battles, 

His  greatness  pays. 

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CHARLES  COURTER  DICKINSON. 

In  the  midst  of  work 

'Twas  a  heavenly  sign 
That  you  did  answer 

At  only  thirty-nine. 
Genius  wondrous, 

A  foresight  clear, 
Now  a  mem'ry, 

But  one  most  dear. 


DR.  CALVIN  S.  MAY. 

Beloved  physician, 

On  this  great  world's  highway, 
There  is  no  better  man — 

Doctor  Calvin  S.  May. 
You  are  one  of  the  great ; 

Not  a  man  stands  higher 
Than  the  dear  good  doctor 

We  all  love  and  admire. 


GEORGE  FOSTER  PEABODY. 

He's  an  inspiration, 

It  is  the  truth  I  tell 
To  each  man,  to  each  boy, 

To  each  one  to  do  well. 
A  Christian  reformer 

Whose  good  life  it  is  true — 
George  Foster  Peabody 

I  can  gladly  toast  you. 

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MISS  MARY  RICE. 

Lady  of  letters 

And  woman  true, 
You  deserve  all, 

You  surely  do. 
Authoress  brilliant, 

Your  title  'tis  clear. 
Your  name  and  your  fame 

Is  truly  known  here. 


MARY  WILKES  McKINNEY. 
Confederate  Veterans'  Reunion,  July,  1896 

Tennessee  sponsor 

Back  in  ninety-six, 
Historic  Richmond 

In  mem'ry  I  fix. 
The  queenly  girl 

Enraptured  all. 
To  Mary  Wilkes, 

Lee  and  Stonewall. 


D.  W.  FORD. 

Good,  kindly  man 

And  my  dear  old  friend, 
'Twas  months  after 

I  heard  of  the  end. 
I  asked  some  one  of  him, 

The  answer,  "He's  dead." 
Then  my  heart  was  along 

Sorrow's  stern  path  led. 
Yes !  he  was  one 

Good  friend  of  mine. 
Peace,  sweetest  peace 

In  land  divine. 

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EUGENE  HOLTZINGER. 

Here's  to  Florida, 

The  Land  of  the  Palm, 
Here's  to  its  man 

That's  ever  calm. 
His  work,  he  does  it! 

He  sees  it  through  ! 
Eugene  Holtzinger, 

A  toast  to  you. 


JAMES  H.  BRESLIN. 

One  of  the  best 

Did  pass  away 
When  Jim  Breslin 

Was  called  to-day. 
Leaving  night 

Its  darkness  here. 
Men  like  him 

Are  counted  dear. 


W.  H.  BARTLETT. 

In  Atlantic  City 

By  the  sea 
Is  a  good  and  great  man, 

All  agree. 
He  fills  each  place 

With  rarest  skill, 
My  friend  Bartlett — 

Commodore  Bill. 

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W.  BOURKE  COCKRAN. 

Orator  wondrous, 

Your  eloquent  word 
Many  and  many 

A  time  I  have  heard. 
Your  most  thrilling  speech, 

Your  masterly  way, 
Wondrous  orator 

Of  the  present  day. 


FRANK  TILFORD. 

Here  is  a  toast 

Man  of  great  rank — 
Tilford,  Tilford, 

The  first  name  Frank. 
A  fitting  head 

Of  any  bank — 
Of  anything — 

You  man  of  rank. 


GRACE  CROMWELL. 

Here  is  to  art, 

An  artist    rare, 
Unbounded  skill 

And  one  most  fair. 
She'll  win  laurels, 

That's  what  she'll  do— 

And  better  yet — 

She'll  deserve  to. 

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HENRY  PROCTOR  WAUGH. 

Here's  with  the  hope 

And  from  the  heart 
He'll  win  in  life 

In  ev'ry  part. 
He  can  do  it, 

With  talents  rare 
He'll  use  them  right 

Nor  efforts  spare. 


Oh  you  dearie, 

Oh  you  sweet  bird ; 
I  can't  say  more, 

Fear  I'll  be  heard. 


Here's  to  wifey, 

Far,  far  away. 
Hope  she's  happy — 

And  hope  she'll  stay. 

Here's  to  hubby, 
Out  with  the  boys; 

He  no  longer 
Nags  or  annoys. 

Here's  to  wifey 

On  the  ocean, 
She's  coming  home 

With  the  notion 
That  I  always 

Must  most  lonesome  be. 
Hope  no  one  will 

Put  her  on  to  me. 

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GEORGE  ALEXANDER. 

God's  true  minister 

On  University  Place, 
Man  of  wondrous  brain, 

A  dear  man  of  kindly  face. 
Your  life  will  ever 

Prove  the  Master's  test; 
You  obey  him.    To 

Him  you  leave  the  rest. 
You  stand  for  all  that  is  good — 

Never  one  taint  of  slander 
Has  ever  or  will  ever 

Be  said  of  George  Alexander. 


L.  B.  STILWELL. 

Great  engineer, 

It  makes  all  rejoice 
To  know  that  you're 

A  popular  choice. 
Because  of  your  merit 

You're  sought  far  and  wide ; 
You  stand  in  the  front  rank — 

We  greet  you  with  pride. 


CHARLES  LATHROP  PACK 

Great  forestry  king, 

Great  judge  of  wood; 
You  lead  a  good  life, 

Ever  for  good. 
Your  mission  is  such 

To  aid  whom  you  can ; 
May  your  star  ne'er  set — 

Good  neighbor,  good  man. 


HORACE  PETTIT. 

A  noted  lawyer ! 

A  good  fellow,  too! 
Expert  patent  law, 

If  one  ever  knew. 
The  best  points  of  that 

And  the  patent  gain 
A  toast  to  the  one 

Who'll  always  attain. 


FATHER   HEALY. 

Lakewood's  good  priest, 

Servant  of  God, 
It's  a  pleasure 

For  one  to  laud. 
One  who's  learned, 

Pure,  good  and  true, 
Father  Healy, 

That's  truly  you. 

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WILLIAM  HARMON  BLACH 

Lawyer,  Scholar, 

Author  as  well ; 
You  are  great  now, 

Time  it  will  tell. 
Of  greater  things 

In  store  for  you, 
And  they  are  now 

Within  our  view. 


BRADLEY  W.  PALMER 

You  are  a  Lawyer 

Of  indeed  great  worth, 
Your  talents  attain 

To  greatness  on  earth. 
Massachusetts  by  adoption, 

Pennsylvania  home  state  ; 
To  each  one  you  are  an  honor, 

By  each  one  you  are  deemed  great. 


GEORGE  W.  MILLER 

A  dear,  good  friend, 

A  man  that's  true ; 
Lawyer,  Scholar, 

Here  is  to  you. 
You  stand  the  test 

Rugged  Pillar, 
Right  from  the  heart, 

George  W.  Miller. 

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FRANK  M.  ANDREWS 

Great  architect 

And  man  of  note, 
To  prove  your  worth, 

It  needs  no  vote. 
It  always  shows 

It  is  the  best, 
Your  plans  are  right 

And  meet  each  test. 


E.  J.  BERWIND 

Great  financier, 

Great  mining  head, 
Great  in  all  ways 

Where  success  led. 
You  have  always 

Been  in  the  lead, 
True  merit  counts  ; 

It  does,  indeed. 


MARTIN  L.  STOVER 

Here's  to  you  Judge, 

With  record  long, 
One  ever  fair 

And  one  most  strong. 
I  toast  from  the  heart 

Over  and  over ; 
A  good  friend  always, 

Martin  L.  Stover. 
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ERNEST  M.  STIRES 

Cultured  scholar, 

A  preacher  great ; 
A  man  of  God, 

Whose  worth  does  rate. 
With  the  greatest 

In  this  fair  land, 
Rector  of  love 

And  helping  hand. 


B.  A.  JUDD 

Always  working, 

Both,  night  and  day ; 
For  his  client, 

That  is  Judd's  way. 
You'll  get  service, 

Untiring  zeal ; 
His  work  is  good, 

His  efforts  real. 


DANIEL  P.  RITCHEY 

Hotel  expert 

The  truth  I  wire, 
When  I  style  you, 

Popular  choice. 
A  man  of  heart, 

A  skill  that's  rare, 
You  win  each  time 

By  treatment  fare. 

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Here  is  hoping 

You  and  I, 
Will  meet  sometime; 

Well  we'll  try. 

Here's  to  you 
Honey  bunch, 

Name  the  date 
Quiet  lunch. 

Here's  to  you 

Eyes  of  blue, 
Just  one  chance 

I'll  steal  you. 


HAROLD  A.  BIGGS 

It's  a  delight 

To  talk  to  you, 
One  who  always 

Has  something  new. 
You're  a  winner 

Every  day, 
Best  luck  always 

On  lifes  highway. 


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CASEY 
REMINISCENCES 

BY 
COL.  WILLIAM  H.  ROWE,  JR. 

From 

THE  START  OF 
PROFESSIONAL  BASEBALL 

IN   1871   to  1877 
INCLUSIVE 


THE  START  WITH  THE  ATHLETICS  IN 
SEVENTY-ONE. 

In  Sivinty-One  we  started 
The  professional  game  of  ball, 

Wid  a  joyous  feelin' 
Them  days  I  now  recall. 

Twuz  the  Athletics 

That  year  wid  whom  I  played, 
Reach,  Cuthbert,  Radcliffe, 

Men  of  the  highest  grade. 

Sensenderfer  Heubel, 

Bechtel,  Fisler,  Malone — 
My !  thim  byes  were  players — 

And  how  I  loved  the  tone 


Of  the  bat  of  Meyerle 
Whin  hard  he  hit  the  ball. 

Levi,  Champion  Batter, 
Twuz  he  that  had  the  call. 


And  how  I  loved  the  tears 

Of  all  the  other  side 
Whin  wan  after  'nother 

Were  pitched  out  by  McBride. 

Pinchin'  championship, 

'Twas  proud,  indade,  we  felt 
Givin'  Philadelphy 

The  good  ould  winning  belt. 

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Throughout  the  intire  year 
We  got  beat  sivin  times, 

A  record  unbroken 

I'll  bet  dollars  to  dimes. 

Wan  day  whin  they  did  us 
We  did  not  need  a  bat, 

We  were  playing  Cleveland, 
They  had  Champ.  Pitcher  Pratt. 

Wan  by  wan  he  mowed  us, 
And  all  of  us  struck  out. 

'Way  across  Lake  Erie 
You  could  hear  Cleveland  shout 

It  was  very  funny 

When  I  took  up  me  stick 
For  all  the  good  I  did 

I  might  have  used  a  pick. 

I  crouched,  I  jumped  an'  hit 

But  only  got  a  fall. 
I  repeated  that  stunt 

Wid  each  an'  ev'ry  ball. 

I  gasped,  I  strained,  I  yelled 

An'  final  down  I  sat 
Upon  the  ould  home  plate, 

Gazin'  at  Pitcher  Pratt. 

Regainin'  ease  quickly, 

I  sprang  upon  me  feet, 
Me  face  wuz  lots  whiter 

Than  mother's  ould  bed  sheet. 

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1  twirled  the  bat  above, 
I  spun  it  down  below, 

I  flushed  it  at  me  side; 
No  fakir  in  a  show 

Iver  done  it  better 
Than  I  did  on  the  day 

When  before  Pitcher  Pratt 
We  all  did  fade  away. 


WITH   BOSTON  IN   SEVENTY-TWO. 

For  four  straight  years  they  held  it, 
And  I'll  tell  you  what  I'll  do, 

I'll  bet  ould  Bunker  Hill 

'Gainst  your  mother's  overshoe, 


American  players, 

Hurah !  Red,  White  and  Blue. 
The  never-beaten  boys, 

The  boys  of  Sev'nty-Two. 

Hear  ye,  all  ye  Fanners, 

They're  the  best  I  have  met  . 

Now  a  long  time  after 
I  safely  make  me  bet. 

Al  Spalding,  I  greet  you, 
I  hail  your  grand  old  name, 

There  never  was  grander 
In  the  National  Game. 

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The  Champion  Pitcher, 
And  for  five  straight  years 

With  Al  Spalding  pitching 
It  always  calmed  our  fears. 

Talk  about  your  fliers, 

We  had  Wright  Brothers,  then, 
These  aeroplane  fellows, 

And  while  they're  both  good  men, 

I'd  rather  have  the  old 

The  George  and  Harry  Wright ; 
Thim  two  famous  brothers 

Wid  whom  I  fought  the  fight. 

Monarchs  of  the  diamond, 

No  greater  ever  ruled 
Than  Cal  McVey,  Rogers, 

Than  Shafer,  Leonard,  Gould. 

Greatest  second  baseman, 
Ross  Barnes  for  all,  all  time, 

You'll  hold  the  star  record — 
Bet  the  sky  to  a  dime. 

Mutuals  of  New  York, 

They  came  to  town  one  day, 

And  old  Bostonians 

Remimber  well  the  play. 

They  had  a  crack  fielder, 
Dave  Eggler  'twas  his  name — 

He  held  centre  ricord 
In  that  olden  day's  game. 
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Sez  George  Wright  to  me,  "Casey, 
You  pound  the  old  ball  hard." 

Sez  I,  "George,  I'll  send  it 
To  Ol'ver  Holmes's  yard." 

I  tuk  me  position, 

A'standing  at  the  plate, 
I  turns  an'  sez,  "Georgie, 

Just  watch  me  hit  the  gate." 

Then  I  began  thinkin' 

The  good  old  Autocrat 
Might  get  hurted  badly 

Whin  I  swung  out  me  bat. 

Thin  I  sez,  "I'll  raise  it, 

I'll  pierce  the  cloudless  sky." 

Like  an  arrow  darting, 
It  found  its  way  on  high. 

For  about  just  wan  hour, 

The  crowd  it  hild  its  breath, 

Dave  Eggler,  the  centre, 

He  stood  as  white  as  death. 

Thin  swiftly  it  came  down, 

An'  faster  an'  faster, 
Just  like  a  shootin'  star, 

But  Dave  was  a  master. 

'Twas  thought  the  jar  would  kill, 

But  never  on  your  soul, 
Eggler  says,  "My  baby, 

You  must  have  reached  the  pole." 

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He  reached  out  so  dainty, 
He  tuk  it  wid  such  grace, 

Boston  rose  to  honor, 
An'  marked  his  standin'  place. 


WITH  THE  MUTUALS  IN  SEVENTY-THREE. 

New  York,  seventy-three, 

'Twas  there  I  had  the  time ; 
Oh,  thim  golden  ball  days, 

About  thim  I  will  rhyme. 

Those  old  timer  patrons 

Of  the  great,  much-loved  game, 

We'll  niver  see  their  like  now, 
They  can  never  be  the  same. 

Those  old  sport  New  Yorkers, 
How  they  would  cheer  each  play ; 

How  they'd  lean  above  you 
To  help  you  on  the  way. 

From  ev'ry  part  of  the  stand, 

They'd  give  a  friendly  wave, 
Sayin'  "You're  great,  you  Casey, 

An'  so  is  Nate  an'  Dave." 


Boston  made  a  visit, 
It  wuz  a  great  game, 

Full  of  snappy  playin', 
No  moment  wuz  it  tame. 

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Champion  Georgia  Wright, 

Champion  Natie  Hicks, 
Were  the  two  great  players, 

That  took  in  all  the  tricks. 

Nate  Hicks,  greatest  catcher, 
In  Sev'nty-three  an'  four, 

That  day  he  sure  ate  'em — 
Could  any  man  do  more? 

Twas  Andy  Leonard  fouled 

A  high  one,  yes,  for  fair ; 
Natie  sprang  just  cat-like — 

'Tis  now  I  see  him  tkere. 

A-climbin'  up  the  stand, 

A-jumpin'  to  the  top, 
The  spectators  yellin' 

An'  the  fat  Irish  cop 

Tried  to  wobble  after, 

For  he  said  it  is  wrong 
For  Hicks  to  be  climbin' — 

The  game  should  go  along. 

But  Nate  knew  his  bizness, 
He  grabbed  the  droppin'  ball, 

Leapt  back  upon  the  ground 
To  hear  the  cheerin'  call. 

George  Wright,  that  famous  name, 
Shortstop  without  a  peer, 

From  sev'nty-one  to  four, 
The  leader  ev'ry  year. 

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New  York  paid  him  homage, 

His  many  pretty  plays 
Was  the  one  sure  topic 
'  Throughout  the  winter's  days. 

The  bases  could  be  full, 
To  short  the  ball  could  go, 

Hit  by  a  great  hitter 

So  hard  it  seemed  just  so 

That  no  man,  if  human, 
Would  get  within  its  way ; 

But  not  so  Georgie  Wright, 
For  he  was  there  to  play. 

Quick  he'd  pull  that  fast  ball, 
An'  glance  at  ev'ry  base, 

All  runners  had  started — 
A  smile  upon  his  face. 

For  well  he  knew  he  had 
Just  only  to  choose  one ; 

So  at  home  he  threw  it 
An'  stopped  a  winnin'  run. 

So,  George  Wright,  I  hail  you, 

About  it  all  agree, 
For  no  shortstop  equals 

Your  game  of  sev'nty-three. 


WITH  THE  MUTUALS  IN  SEVENTY-FOUI 

I  still  kept  on  playin', 

sez  Casey  to  the  crowd, 
Wid  the  old  Mutuals, 

An'  uv  it  I  wuz  proud. 

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In  sivinty-four  we  wint 
To  cities  here  and  there, 

Always  in  ev'ry  game 

We'd  make  the  ball  fans  stare. 

That  year  I  remimber 

A  great  big  stick  wielder — 

Al  Gedney,  Athletics' 
Champion  left  fielder. 

Champion  batter  then, 

Oh,  how  he'd  paste  the  pill, 

McMullen,  Athletics, 

McMullen — good  old  Bill. 

Champion  centre  field, 

No  matter  where  they  lines, 

High  ones,  low  ones,  hot  ones, 
Were  gobbled  by  Paul  Hines. 

They  would  paste  the  valley, 
Or  paste  the  highest  hills, 

They  tumbled  to  the  mit 
Of  me  ould  friend  Ed.  Mills. 

Champion  man  on  third, 

No  matter  how  they'd  light, 

He  wuz  there  to  nail  'em — 
Me  ould  frind,  Willie  White. 

Mart  King  of  Chicago, 
An'  ould  Lip  Pike  of  Troy, 

They  hild  fieldin'  records 
In  early  days,  me  boy. 

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Peters  of  Chicago, 
Remsen  of  St.  Louis, 

Jones  of  Cincinnati — 

Greater  min  than  Dewey. 

Tommy  York  of  Hartford, 
Chicago's  Johnny  Glenn, 

Also  take  their  places 
Wid  the  Champion  men. 

St.  Louis  had  others, 
Joe  Batten,  Davy  Force, 

Champion  third  and  short, 
In  old  days  early  course. 

Great  players  of  the  East, 
Great  players  of  the  West, 

John  Farrell,  George  Shaffer, 
Chicago's  old  Joe  Juest. 

Burdock  of  Hartford, 

John  Manning,  out  in  right, 
Playin'  ball  fer  Boston, 

Champions  day  and  night 

Old  Holdsworth  of  New  York, 
An'  he  played  ball  wid  me, 

One  more  great  right  fielder, 
On  that  we  all  agree. 

Athletics,  Philadelphy, 
You  surely  had  a  peach, 

All  honor,  yes,  forever, 
To  Fielder  A.  J.  Reach. 

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Say,  I  have  talked  so  long 
I've  forgot  about  a  game, 

But  come  around  again, 
The  talkin'  wont  be  tame. 


WITH  THE  MUTUALS  IN  SEVENTY-FIVE. 

Me  third  year  in  New  York 

With  the  Mutual  Nine 
Wuz  marked  by  many  games 

Considered  mighty  fine. 

We  played  ould  New  Bedford, 
That  town  down  in  the  East, 

An'  say,  me  boys — sluggin' — 
That  wuz  a  battin'  feast. 

Twinty  home  runs  the  total, 

An'  tin  for  either  side, 
Whin  I  didn't  make  me  third, 

Why,  cull,  I  almost  cried. 

There  was  swift  George  Bradley, 
He  could  pitch  'lectric  balls ; 

They  charged  the  air  so  fierce, 
You  'most  got  breakfast  calls. 

Charlie  Reilly,  catcher, 

An'  a  good  catcher,  too, 
An'  John  an'  Aaron  Clapp, 

Good  players  that  I  knew. 

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Two  good  ould  long  hitters, 
The  Mansells,  Tom  and  Mike; 

Ah,  me  boy,  they'd  smash  'em, 
Just  whin  and  where  they'd  like. 

"Clipper"  Gold  Medal  Hawkes, 
Herman  Doscher,  good  man, 

McManus,  Shoup,  Nelson, 
All  took  a  mighty  stan'. 

I  wuz  the  first  batter, 

An'  Bradley,  how  he'd  grin, 

Sez  I  "Georgie  Bradley, 

Bet  me  gold  'gainst  your  tin, 

I'll  knock  the  ball  to  Troy, 

Home  of  Paddy  Ryan." 
Straight  it  wint  sailin'  there, 

An'   George  started  cryin'. 

That  wuz  only  pikin', 

The  nixt  time  that  I  hit 
It  wint  a  thousand  miles — 

That's  honest,  iv'ry  bit. 

Some  other  ould  timers, 
Each  one  a  mighty  man, 

Who  used  to  fire  the  fans, 
An'  round  the  bases  ran. 

Art  Irwin,  Paul  Radford, 
C.  Smith,  Hague,  McGeary, 

Ah,  talkin'  of  ould  friends 
Niver  am  I  weary. 

86 


Cliff  Carroll,  Gilligan, 
An'  Nava — all  good  boys — 

Ah,  thim  bright  golden  days 
I  count  among  me  joys. 


THE  BOYS  OF  SEVENTY-SIX  WITH  CHICAGO. 

I  feel  patriotic, 

As  I  tell  it  to  you, 
About  the  soldier  boys, 

Yis,  yis,  indade  I  do. 


A  hundred  years  after 
Lexington  battle  day 

Massachusetts  witnessed 
Another  bloody  fray. 

We  marched  from  Chicago, 
Each  shoulderin'  a  bat, 

All  clad  in  soldier  clothes, 
Wid  a  sombrero  hat. 


Tin  min  in  the  army, 

Success  the  countersign, 

'Twuz  the  inspiration 
Of  the  Chicago  nine. 

For  five  long  years  the  East 
Had  hild  the  pinnant  there, 

An'  now  its  for  the  West, 
It  is,  by  all  that's  fair. 

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Marchin'  very  proudly, 
By  all  the  pretty  girls, 

We  were  cheered  on  ourway 

And  many  a  boquet 

Was  thrown  at  us  often 
Wid  many  a  kindly  word, 

It  started  us  singin' 
Just  like  a  little  bird. 

Whin  we  reached  the  Commons 
The  crowd  there  was  immense, 

All  Boston  was  aroused, 
The  feelin'  there  was  tense. 

The  drums  began  to  beat, 

The  guns  began  to  roar, 
Sivinteen-Siv'nty-Six 

Wuz  nothin'  any  more. 

It  wuz  now  forgotten, 

Otis,  Adams,  John  Hancock,  Jay, 
Were  only  just  relics 

Of  an  old  by-gone,  simple  day. 

We  were  hist'ry  makers, 

The  giant  min  of  fame ; 
We  were  there,  there  to  win 

The  great  decidin'  game. 

Like  maddened  Roman  chiefs 
We  fought  out  to  the  grounds. 

The  wild  Boston  party, 

Their  fury  knew  no  bounds. 

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We  charged  thim  right  and  left, 
We  chased  thim  one  and  all, 

We  battered  down  the  fince 
To  play  a  game  of  ball. 

Well,  there's  no  use  tellin', 
'Tis  known  by  iv'ry  child, 

We  tilegraphed  it  home — 
They  say  the  town  wint  wild. 

Chicago,  Chicago, 

You  won  the  game  that  day — 
Spaulding,  Jim  White,  Ross  Barnes, 

Hines,  Anson  and  McVey. 

Chicago,  Chicago, 

Ye  mighty,  mighty  men, 
Bielaski  and  Andy, 

John  Peters  and  John  Glenn. 


WITH  BOSTON  IN  SEVENTY- SEVEN. 

"Casey,  if  you'll  stay  here 

In  seventy-seven, 
We'll  offer  you  anything 

You  want  outside  of  Heaven." 


They  told  me  that  the  day — 
That  day  in  sev'nty-six — 

We  bore  out  the  pinnant, 
An'  trumped  all  Boston's  tricks. 

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The  salary  was  big 

I  cannot  name  the  price, 
But  it  was  so  juicy, 

I  could  live  swell  an'  nice. 

I  took  a  floor  at  Young's, 
I  had  me  meals  served  there, 

'Twas  hundred  dollar  tips 
Wid  iv'ry  bill  of  fare. 

Thousands  wint  for  jewels, 
Hundreds  wint  for  flowers, 

Oh,  byes,  thim  days  at  Young's 
Were  me  happiest  hours. 

Thin  wid  me  coach  and  four 

I'd  drive  out  to  the  game, 
Cheers  all  along  the  way— 

Iv'ry  day  it  wuz  the  same. 

"King  Casey,  we  greet  you," 
The  boys  and  girls  would  say. 

Great  seventy-seven, 

Ah,  that  was  Casey's  day. 

We  had  the  champion 

On  land,  in  sky,  on  pond, 
The  champion  pitcher, 

Me  old  pal  Tommy  Bond. 

Catcher,  yes,  we  had  him, 
He'd  hold  the  hottest  down, 

Here's  to  old  friend  Louy. 

Me  good  ould  friend  Lou  Brown. 

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John  Morrill,  great  player, 

I  give  me  hand  to  you, 
Your  heart  was  always  right, 

Your  playin'  just  as  true. 

Oh,  great  Boston  players, 
Leonard.  Sutton,  Jim  White, 

O'Rourke,  Harry  Shafer, 

An'  great  and  good  George  Wright. 

In  memory  you're  playin'  now, 

As  round  the  field  we  ran, 
Once  again  face  to  face, 

Old  star,  T.  H.  Murnane. 

Well,  we  brought  the  flag  back, 
The  pennant  flew  once  more, 

Massachusetts  forever, 
Upon  your  iv'ry  shore. 


THE  BASEBALL  HALL  OF  FAME. 

Presidents,  Generals, 

Big  men,  yes,  one  and  all, 
Your  places  may  be  great, 

But  greater  still  Base  Ball. 

It  is  the  one  and  only, 

It  is  the  Nation's  game, 
And  what  is  more  fitting 

Than  Base  Ball's  Hall  of  fame. 


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As  I  alone  to-night 

In  mem'ry  see  the  faces, 
I  can  think  of  many 

Who  filled  honored  places. 

My  selections  I  make, 

And  upon  records  fair, 
Players  stand  on  records, 

The  best  will  ere  stand  there. 

So  from  the  old  timers, 

The  oldest  in  baseball, 
I  select  the  leaders 

And  place  them  in  fame's  Hall. 

Al  Spaulding,  Cap.  Anson, 

Geo.  Wright,  Ross  Barnes,  McBride, 
I  point  to  iv'ry  one, 

Yes,  iv'ry  one  with  pride. 

I  can  see  it  shining, 

The  brightest  kind  of  light, 
On  Meyerle,  McMullen, 

Two  brothers  name  of  White. 

It  shines  there  in  the  night, 

Yes,  just  as  bright  as  day, 
For  Leonard,  West  Fisler, 

John  Peters  and  McVey. 

For  Jim  O'Rourke,  Morrill, 

Dairy mple  and  Joe  Start, 
Bill  Fisher,  Jake  Evans, 

Names  fire  the  baseball  heart. 

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For  Cassidy,  Burdock, 

Harry  Schaefer,  Paul  Hines, 

Tom  York,  Tom  Bond,  Dave  Force, 
All  under  starry  signs. 

Radcliffe,  Manning,  Holdsworth, 
Geo.  Shaffer  and  George  Strief, 

Remsen,  Eggler,  Gedney, 
Each  one  a  baseball  chief. 

Bob  Ferguson,  Mack,  Mills, 
Nate  Hicks,  Batten,  Malone, 

Snyder,  Pratt,  Sullivan, 

Breathe  them  with  softest  tone. 

A.  J.  Reach,  Harry  Wright, 

Quest,  Gould  and  Johnny  Glenn, 

Sutton,  Wood,  Jones  and  King, 
All  mighty  baseball  men. 

The  light  'tis  e'er  dazzling, 

And  casts  a  glory  tint 
Upon  such  names  as  Cuthbert, 

And  on  Catcher  Frankie  Flint. 

God  bless  mighty  heroes, 

All  names  'tis  I  revere, 
If  I've  made  omission, 

Your  names  I  still  hold  dear. 


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INDEX 

Page 

Acer,  Frank  Adams 55 

Alexander,  George   66 

Allen,  R.  T 59 

Alms,    William    37 

Andrews,  Frank  M 69 

Appleton,  Robert  W 50 

Baby    Sweetheart    47 

Baker,  Isaac  V.,  Jr 19 

Baltz,  Bessie    51 

Bartlett,  W.   H 63 

Bascom,  Robert  0 60 

Baseball  Hall  of  Fame,  The 90 

Bayard,    Thomas    F 6 

Beatty,    A.    Chester 43 

Berwind,  E.  J 69 

Biggs,    Harold    A 71 

Blach,  William  Harmon 68 

Black,   Mrs.   John  A 24 

Elaine,  James  G 39 

Boardman,  Henry   F 32 

Boys  of  Seventy-Six  with  Chicago,  The 87 

Brennan,   Joseph    P 40 

Breslin,  James  H 63 

Brown,  Alexander  T 53 

Bryan,  Mrs.  William  Jennings 5 

Calhoun,   John   C 20 

Casey  Reminiscences   73 

Castleman,   John    B 35 

Chanler,  Lewis   S 44 

Cluett,   George   B 14 

Clews,   James   B 40 

Cobb,    D.    Raymond 54 

Cockran,  W.  Bourke 64 

Collins,   M.    F 33 

Davis,   John    B 57 

Davison,   H.    P 19 

Djckinson,  Charles  Courter   61 

Dickinson,   Stanton   C 44 

Faneshawe,   William   S 10 

Ford,    D.    W 62 

Fowler,   Bishop  C.   H 35 

Gaynor,    William   J 52 

Gibbons,   Dr.   Richard    49 

Goldsmith,  B.   B 50 

Green,   George   E 40 

Gurley ,  Lewis  E 9 

Hammond,    Natalie    54 

Happy    Ones,   The 29 

Healy,  Father    67 

Hendricks,  Thomas  A 7 

High   Falutin'   Preacher    38 

Hine,   Walter   R 59 

Hollingshead  and  Campbell 37 

Holtzinger,   Eugene    63 

Hone,  Alice  Castleman 36 

Rowland,   Ed 60 

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Page 

Huhn,   George    A L 15 

Hull,  Edgar   57 

"If  Ye  Abide  in  Me" 15 

Ingalsbe,  Grenville  M 58 

Irwin,  Theodore   39 

Jefferson,   Joseph    9 

Johnston,  Miss  Sue 43 

Judd.    B.    A 70 

Kellogg,  Joseph  A 57 

Kernan,  Walter  N 33 

King,  Joseph  E 32 

Langham,    Arthur   G 41 

Langley,  E.   D.  W 56 

Lawrence,    William    M 37 

Little  King  of  Dreamland,  The 10 

Lytle  Hull    46 

Mann,   Elias   P 31 

May,   Dr.   Calvin   S 61 

McCabe,    Bishop    C.    C 8 

McCarren,   Patrick   H 36 

McKeldin,   Mrs.   Bessie   K 45 

McKinney,   Mary  Wilkes 62 

McLeod,  Charles  A 8 

Miller,    George    W 68 

Miller,  Justus    9 

Morton,    Paul    18 

Moorhead,    R.    B 24 

Moyer,   William  L 38 

Murphy,   Charles   F 51 

My  Beau   Algy 49 

O'Brien,    Dean    60 

O'Kane,  James    46 

Osborne,  Thomas  M 52 

Pack,   Charles  Lathrop    67 

Papa  and  Baby   21 

Palmer,  Bradley  W 68 

Paris,    Charles    R 58 

Parker,   James    S 58 

Parr,  Henry  A 34 

Peabody,  George  Foster 61 

Pettit,  Horace   67 

Platt,    Thomas    C 19 

Ragan,   Willis    45 

Reichmann,  Joseph   B 23 

Reid,  Daniel  G 56 

Rice,   Miss   May 62 

Robinson,   Mrs.    Beverly    42 

Robinson,  James   D 51 

Rockwood,  Nash   18 

Sangster,    Mrs.    Margaret    E 42 

Savage,   Henry    W 10 

Schwab,    Charles    M 45 

Seaman,   Frank    59 

Shepard,  Edward   M 52 

Sheridan,    Philip   H 6 

Sherman,  William  T 5 

Shonts,  Theodore  P 20 

Simpson,  Bishop  Matthew 8 

Sims,  Charles  N 7 

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Pagi 

Sloan,    George    B 34 

Smith,  Charles  E.   W 44 

Smith,  Ed 36 

Smith,   E.    Eldridge    53 

Smith,   J.    William 55 

Smith,    Robert    L 53 

Start  with  The  Athletics  in  Seventy-One,  The 75 

Stilwell,   L.    B 66 

Stires,   Ernest   M 70 

Stover,  Martin  L 69 

Stuart,  J.  E.  B 54 

Sullivan,   Tames   F 10 

Sulzer,   William    56 

Sutphin,  W.   L 47 

Swift,  Jeanette    43 

Taft,   Mrs.   William   H 5 

Tappen,    Shepard    32 

Taylor,   Flower    41 

Taylor,    Marion   E 35 

Tilford,    Frank    64 

Tilden,  Samuel  J 7 

Tillinghast,  Joseph  J 31 

Thomas,  Mrs.  E.  R 42 

Thurman,  Allan  G 6 

To    My    Sweetheart 14 

Two  Angels,  The : 

Volunteer   Lawyer,   The 24 

Waldorf-Astoria,   The    22 

Walsh,   Ossie  J 34 

Walton,    Sim 49 

Waters,  George    Safford 55 

Watson,   Mrs.   C.   W 41 

Waugh,    Henry    Proctor 65 

Weed,    George    S 

With   Boston  in   Seventy-Seven j 

With  Boston  in  Seventy-Two - 

With  The  Mutuals  in  Seventy-Three j 

With  The  Mutuals  in  Seventy-Four 1 

With  The   Mutuals  in   Seventy-Five 85 


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